Fifth Grade Crush
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Age 10 :
Dear Diary ,
I've grown to like him . He's all I think about . I can get him out of my head . Im only in fifth grade . Why am I feeling these emotions?
Age 15 :
Dear Diary ,
I've come to realize that , those feelings I had for him in fifth grade are called love . He's still on my mind daily . I now call him my "bestfriend" because I have no chance what so ever of being his girlfriend .
Age 20 :
Dear Diary ,
He's still my bestfriend . Thats all he remained. After all these year of me loving him , he's just my bestfriend. He gets his heart broken trying to find love . But he fails to realize , that love is right infront of him .
Im Camri Woods and this is how im married my fifth grade crush .
Nahh , just playing . I wish we got married though . I live with my fifth grade crush in a condo off-campus . No , he dosent know I love him . We're supposedly "bestfriends" , but I wish we were more then that ...
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